Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Our Sol Lewitt



9 comments:

zinc said...

Very nice.

I'm sort of going through the same thing with...trappings.

Paul said...

Well.. my birthday IS in just a few short weeks.. I was going to ask everyone for sexual favors.. but I guess art would do.

David said...

Tough one. It all depends on what you might do with the money that might make you feel better about having sold the painting.

l'eretico said...

Ragazzi-

E' stato un grande piacere d'aver fatto la vostra conoscenza al'Aquila l'altra sera. Ed adesso - addiratura - questo buon pezzo sul' l'Hewitt. Ma quanto sei un bravo sacer!! Spero che' ci risentiamo presto sul questo ed altre cose' I tuoi-

Roberto Sancta Eccles. Anglicana 'Arpa ed anche' Michele

(Richierdersi al'Joe!)

Mike said...

I want to have a garage sale and divest myself of too many books and objets d'istress. But it's hard to do in a condominium.

Paul, I can give you artwork -and-sexual favors if you want.

tater said...

You don't have to decide now. Divest of other things first, and if it feels right, so be it. Art is so deeply personal it is hard to part with. In this case you seem to treasure the moment of this painting's discovery over your love of the piece itself. Since you will always have the memory, why not sell the piece and put the proceeds to better use? The funds could serve as a deposit for that condo in FLA, or could furnish it nicely...

R J Keefe said...

rofrano
Oh, go ahead. Give Sotheby's a call. It won't commit you to anything.

Cooper said...

I'm trying to fully recall a quotation that has stayed with me. It is something like ... "The true measure of freedom is defined by what you can live without".

Trappings is an interesting word. I guess if material possessions prevent you from living your life more fully, then a person has become "trapped" by them. This isn't true of you, though. You'll know when the time is right to sell that painting.

BigAssBelle said...

fortunate that you are of one mind, you and c.

my beloved is my opposite in terms of wishing to simplify and downsize. when the house began to overflow as i began my business, i moved to the garage, then the basement. when a warehouse came up not to far from home, i snagged it. and then the warehouse in back, so i could knock out a wall, and then the small space next door to move the restoration work out of the dark corner of the back warehouse.

i am so sick of it. i want it all gone. i envision living in a small cabin with only a few exquisitely comfortable pieces of furniture, the books i cannot give up, and the photos of people i love.

we are in a state of conflict. in my present state of mind, i'd sell the fucking painting. but knowing me, i'd be sad once it was gone.